Once all the stars in the sky were bright, now they're red and fading
and all the colours we wore, the shades that we bore have moved
And the gold turns to red with no time for changes?
Red
Shift,
it's moving away
from me.
Red
Shift,
all moving away from
me.
Once, constellations were holy, now darkness
So here I am, though I might well be with me,
I'm fall - ing down deep to the rim of the wheel.
Is it sham? Does the world have a mean - ing?
The more that we know, the grea ter con fus ion grows:stars are like a-